It's Nice talking

                                  “You’re a writer, an artist and you’re probably just using him as your muse.” These are words by my friend, Beatriz G. when I told her about something that has been bothering me a lot lately. Her words haunted me ever since. Never in the years that I have waited for someone, did I imagine that my love for writing would be the very reason that I would let him go. My close friends know how much I liked him. I could not imagine being with someone else but him. People would tell me that it is a pity. I insist, it’s not.                  Long years passed and nothing has changed. I started questioning myself. How long could I wait? I mean, can anybody really wait forever? I kept on weighing things. Would I really be happy if I get to be with him in the end or would I be regretful for the time I have wasted waiting for him? Is he worth the wait or should I just stop?                 I asked my friends about my dilemma. Of all the answers I hear

                I could not believe that after years and years of waiting, I finally feel fine with the idea of not being with you. God knows how much I wanted to be with you. I was so sure that you were the one who would make me happy. I WAS. But I realized that I was just trying to force the idea of us being together.                 I have defied the universe to wait for you. I thought I could endure it. I have told myself millions of reasons to justify why we should be together. But you know what? We are not just meant to be. From the very beginning, we weren’t. I will take the blame for this. I was just too blind, I guess? Now, it has taken its toll on me. So here I am, finally seeing myself in a different light. I believe it is true – that nobody can wait forever. Oh God, do you have any idea how much I have fought against time? I mean, who am I? Who am I to do that? A girl blindly in love can never fight against time. I am the living proof of that.                 I feel